NaBloPoMo DAY 4:
If you ask me, people are either forgetful, careless or have their heads in the clouds. And that goes double for kids.
I say this because whenever I go on a walk with Henry, my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who descends from royalty, and Oliver Twist, my Maltipoo street urchin, inevitably we find something that has been
left on the ground,
or in the grass,
or under the shrubs,
or on a picnic table–or even in the gutter.
In fact, the things that are left behind could fill a warehouse! Maybe I should start a Lost & Found or open up a Tangled Web thrift shop. Certainly something to think about.
The way I see it, every lost or discarded item has a story to tell. Which is why I’ve created a series of stories that I’ve been sharing on Facebook. Recently, a few of my Facebook friends have actually suggested I collect these little tales and turn them into a book. Well, I’m not sure about that, as it seems like a stretch. But I figured I could share some of these with you, and add a few news ones, too, while I’m at it. So, here goes!
Things I Find on My Walk #1:
I found a “Z” on my walk today. It was near a playground and I started wondering, who brings magnetic letters to the playground? It’s not as if there’s a refrigerator by the swings or anything like that. But this yellow “Z” was all alone, and then I started worrying that some kid somewhere is crying tonight because they can’t spell the word, “zebra” or “zombies” anymore, and that made me rather sad.
But then I smiled, because all of a sudden I felt like I was in a Sesame Street segment, so I started looking for more “Z’s.” Sigh. I’m still looking.
When was the last time you found a “Z” or any other letter on your walk?
(Note: I’m taking part in NaBloPoMo, more sensibly known as National Blog Posting Month. Thirty days, 30 posts. This is #4. If you have suggestions for a post, please let me know. I may be getting desperate for ideas soon!)
It’s Election Day!
By the way, it’s Election Day in the United States. If you haven’t yet voted, please make sure you do. It’s a privilege and it’s our right as citizens, so take heed from this Tangled Web and vote. To get you started, here’s a link from the Pew Charitable Trust, an organization that has partnered with WordPress and election officials nationwide.
I missed this first one, dear Monica. I love that Z is yellow. There is something about that color, I’m not partial to it with my clothes but I love seeing it hidden in the drabbest of spots. Since I’m working my way back, I’ve loved how you found ‘yellow’ the crayon and yellow letter Z. I, like you, would have played Sesame Street, I don’t know why, I just love The Street. I love the idea that Z could have been taking a walk to the park, on her own. Maybe she was tired of being the last letter of the alphabet, the one that makes people sleep, the one that conjures up a zoo or a zebra – both I like. In any case, I think Z escaped her confined space on the fridge and wanted some fresh air to just “be.”
MM, I used to not care for yellow. As a kid, red was my favorite. But yellow was my mother’s favorite and I will always associate it with her, may she rest in peace. Still, the fact that both the Z and the crayon were yellow was purely–and happily–coincidental!
Ha, ha, LOVE the notion of a Tangled Web lost and found! Don’t our dogs just find EVERYTHING! How funny.
You see, I’m trying to comment on as many as I can!
Hugs from Ecuador,
Kathy
I see that. And I’m pleased as punch you’ve returned to the blogosphere, or at least come out for air. Hope you stay for a spell!
This was a very cool one. I think this is making you see the small things around you and explore more as well. It is fun.
It is fun to make these discoveries. You should try it. I bet you’d also find interesting things that have been lost in your neighborhood.
I loooooooooooove that you found a “Z.”
I love that you observe the simple things in life, which in all reality,
are not simple AT ALL!
PS. Where I work, it would be completely normal to find a Z or A or F!!!
—–Yes, I voted. I feel so utterly privileged to do so.
xxx KISSSSSS from MN.
I love that you make me feel so good! You are what I call an “esteem-builder.” Because just a few words from you does wonders for my self-esteem. Thank you so much, Kim!
Do you suppose the universe is sending you a message — like maybe you need more ‘z’s? Just guessing…
And yes, I voted. I even added the widget. Proud!
Yes, it is sending me a message. Every time I yawn, I get the same message. I NEED ME SOME ZZZZ’s! Sigh. Too bad my dogs don’t get the same message. One in particular keeps waking me up. I won’t say who but he descends from royalty. He’s so high maintenance!!
Maybe it was Baby Zorro. That’s the only explanation when I think about it. Then again, sometbody could’ve fallen asleep and a z fell fro their snore. Yeah, that’s it. I’ve solved your mystery. Let me know what else you find.
Baby Zorro, indeed! Though I love your hypothesis that someone fell alseep and the Z fell from their snore. To think they were just catching Z’s, and obviously missed one!
LOVE this! what a great idea for a collection of stories! and cheers for conquering day 4! 🙂
Cheers to you, too! Woo hoo! Only 26 more posts to go!
Yep, I’ve already voted. We’ve got a governor’s race here that demands some attention. And if you don’t vote, you don’t get to grouse about the outcome!
A magnetic letter Z, huh? That’s really odd. I don’t think I’ve ever found something like that on our walks. It looks kind of pretty in that pile of mulch, though!
Good for you, Debbie. Voting should be essential for all Americans! Glad you like the photo of the Z. I kind of like it too. The bright yellow Z against a backdrop of mulch, kind of nice!
Love your randomness. My guess is a little one got out of the house holding that Z, perhaps in his pocket, then pulled it out. Then, upon seeing something else that interested him from Monica’s Tangled Thrift Shop or the swings he completely forgot he was holding something and ran to see or swing. Randomness happens.
Yes, Georgette, and thanks to randomness, the Z ended up discarded amidst the mulch by the playground. That’s life!